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chimielie · 1 year

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“I’m just saying,” you tell your roommate as she shoves her wallet into her purse while you scoop up two of her bags, “spending so much money here for gourmet groceries is...”

You trail off as you realize that she’s more preoccupied with spending an extra second staring at the cashier she’s been pining after (expensively, you might add, because she comes here every week just to stand in his line) than listening to your half-hearted lecture. You glance back at him with her, jolting when you notice someone crossing in front of you from the corner of your eye.

“Move, register's mine for the next hour.” You look involuntarily at the speaker, who taps your friend’s crush (Yahaba, his nametag reads) on the shoulder. It’s a crowded space, so you stare up at the replacement cashier from scarcely six inches away, absorbing his visage like several blows directly to the kidneys.

He’s thicker-set and shorter than Yahaba, hair shaved to his skull and dyed blond with the exception of two dark stripes at his temples. Two tiny metal spheres straddle his left eyebrow, featuring above lashes so long he might as well be wearing eyeliner (actually, he might be) over burning eyes you could spend hours admiring. And—be still your beating heart—the shaved head reveals thick black hoops hung in his ears, glinting merrily under the fluorescents. There are piercings studded into the cartilage above, too, matching his eyebrow jewelry. He turns a little, so you can see the nametag pinned to his tie-dyed shirt; it reads Tarō, in awful scrawled handwriting.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my whole entire life,” you say loudly, not a single thought passing through your brain prior to or during the process of speaking.

He stops talking and stares at you. The sounds of the store, the squeaks of cart wheels and the music over the speakers, are suddenly headache inducing. Your friend slaps you lightly on the arm, a motion that you read immediately as you did not just say that, holy shit.

“Say thank you, Kyō,” Yahaba says jokingly, and she emits a noise too high-pitched to actually be laughter. Your face, meanwhile, is frozen. You think you might actually be deceased. This must be rigor mortis.

“Don't think I’ve ever been called beautiful before,” he says, squinting those gorgeous eyes like he's trying to decipher a dead language.

“I am so sorry,” you say, reaching out to haul your ass and your roommate’s out of here now. Your hand closes around nothing and you look around to find her engrossed in conversation with Yahaba, who is now apparently off the clock despite his replacement coworker wasting time looking at you like someone might look at a dead fish that had been thrown at them. “Um. I am so sorry. I didn’t intend to... harass you at work.”

He grunts in dismissal, flashing you a smirk that reveals fanged canines, and if you’ve had one thought that’s inappropriate in a public setting, you’ve had them all by now. “I have to deal with—” He tilts his head toward the growing line, cussing under his breath and rolling his eyes. “You have a good night, though."

Despite your miserable shame, you take comfort knowing that your friend finally had a real conversation with Yahaba, even getting his number while you suffered under his intense gaze. You can cope with embarrassment if it brings something good into the world.

The silver lining is gilded over when, at two minutes past ten, you get a text from an unknown number.

just closed. u doing anything now?

this is kentarō from the grocery. i got ur number from yahaba who got it from ur friend.

hope thats ok

You smile at your phone, envisioning the wrinkle between his brows as he typed the last message. You're gonna have to start budgeting for fancier groceries.

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doingitforbokuto · 9 months

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badboy!Kyoutani with an innocent girlfriend

Once he finds out you are inexperienced, all that is on his mind was making you feel good. He's so soft for you, always so gentle with every touch that he gives you. He doesn't want to corrupt you, he wants to please you. Instead of showing you the things that he likes and did with his previous flirts and one night stands he focuses only on you and what you like.

His hands are featherlight on your hips, just gently nudging you into the direction he wants you to go but giving you all the freedom to decide. Still, you just follow his lead. You slowly climb into his lap, your movements a little unsure if what you are doing is right but his touches and reactions always tell you that it is.

Once you have settled onto his lap, he is immediately pulling you impossibly closer, his hands rubbing small circles onto your sides, a small sigh escaping his lips. You let your hands slip behind his neck as you lock him into your embrace and practically melt into him. Not that he would try and escape. As you sink deeper into his lap you settle more of your weight onto him, something he very obviously enjoys just as much as you do. He slowly bucks his hips up to meet yours and lets his hands run further down your back and sides until they meet the waistline of your skirt.

You start to whimper as you feel his half hard erection rub against you through both of your clothing. You aren't even sure what you are supposed to be doing but this - he - just feels too good for you to stop whatever you're doing. The way you roll your hips makes you rub your clit at just the right angle against his bulge and you gasp every time it passes over him.

"Feelin' good, baby?"

He is running his hands all over you, it's like he's sending littered shocks of pleasure through you.

"I wanna make you feel real good, sweetheart." He kisses your neck softly. His mouth is hot and wet against your pulse point but you can feel the love and care he is showing you with it. "Can I touch you, baby? To make you feel good?"

When you feel his hand on your thigh and the way it is inching towards your core you whimper and nod. You want him to touch you so bad.

Kyoutani uses his grip on your thigh to push you back and to the side, his other hand supporting your back as he guides you to lay back on the couch. His fingers are now hot against the wet spot on your panties. You know the moment he starts moving the rough pads of his fingers against your clit that he will make you feel good in a way that not even you could do yourself, in a way no one could make you feel good - no one but him.

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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bf that says “told ya, I’d win it” while suffocating you with a ginormous stuffed animal as if the other legendary prizes he won at the other booths for you weren’t enough

and would do it again (affectionate)

—BOKUTO, Hinata, ATSUMU, KAGEYAMA, Osamu, OIKAWA, Kyoutani, Aone, Goshiki, Daichi, KUROO, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi

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wifeyifey · 8 months

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Kyoutani Kentarou x flirty!crush!gn!reader

Description: flirty reader always spends time with their crush, however, their crush is super clumsy and happens to take the guys down with them

A/N: honestly just so fluffy and cheesy I LOVE and I also plan on doing this for other characters but I had this one done and just haven't posted it yet. I just wanted to give yall some other ✨content✨ while I work on the other requests 😊

You and Kyoutani were heading to the cafeteria for lunch. As usual, Kyoutani was holding your bag and his hand was on your lower back as he directed you through the traffic of students as you rambled on about a show that you’ve been watching lately. He doesn’t respond much other than a small grunt to let you know he’s listening and an occasional question when the characters or storyline gets a little confusing. He took you to the food line and grabbed the food for both of you. “Wowww Kyo! You know what food I like? You really pay attention to me, huh?” You wiggle your eyebrows and bump his hip with yours lightly. Kyoutani turns his head with a slight blush and pays for both of your meals. “Hey! Wait! I was supposed to pay today,” you whined and gave a small pout at him. “Just buy snacks later and we’re even,” he said gruffly. You give him a bright smile as you grab your guys’ food and walk over to the table you two usually sit at.

Kyoutani sits across from you as you two eat. He likes watching your facial expressions when you talk so he thinks he has the best seat in the place. He was getting distracted by how cute you are when you’re talking and wasn’t paying attention to the conversation at all. That is until you slip off your shoe and dig your toes under his pant leg to grab his attention. He jumped a bit in his seat at the feeling of your tiny foot caressing his shin. “How the hell is your foot so cold even if you’re wearing socks?” He grumbles out. “Sweet boy, you stopped paying attention to me,” you giggle at his embarrassed expression, “I asked if you wanted to try a bite of my food? I see you got something new today and I wanted to try it.” He looked at your food, then your drink, leaned forward to let you take a bite of his meal and nodded his head towards your drink. “I’d actually like to try the drink you brought today. Ya know, in exchange for that bite,” he gave a small smile to you as you grabbed your drink to hand it to him. “Let me know if you like it,” you smile sweetly as he takes a sip. “I can bring you some if you’d like my love,” he nearly spit out his drink at the nickname.

He should be used to it at this point. You’ve always been sweet to him with these nicknames. He honestly adores it, but you don’t need to know that yet. You usually give all your friends nicknames. Even some of his teammates who you’ve known far longer than you’ve known him. You were their friend since elementary school, so you were around all the time and didn’t like how everyone thought Kyoutani was some terrible person. You made it your job to get to know him and he can easily say you’re the closest person to him. The one who genuinely cares about him and his well-being. But my love is something he’s never heard you use so genuinely. It gave him butterflies and he just wants to do everything he can for you to call him that genuinely for forever.

Soon, lunch was finished and you were getting up to throw both of your trash away. Kyoutani was not far behind as he matched pace with you heading to your next class. However, you were distracted talking about a project you have in another class that you were unaware of the ‘wet floor’ sign. It almost happened in slow motion. Your shoes lost their grip on the freshly cleaned floor and you let out a squeak as you grab onto the closest thing to you… which just so happened to be Kyoutani who ungracefully fell on top of you on the ground. He effectively pinned you down to the ground. “Ow, ow, ow,” you mutter out as you rub your head softly. “God, you’re always a damn klutz,” Kyoutani muttered with amusement in his tone as he has a small smirk and blush on his face. You let out a small bashful giggle, “Kyo, while you make a great weighted blanket, and I’ll probably ask for you to be one in the very near future, we should get off the floor in the middle of the cafeteria,” you say with a smile.

Kyoutani rolled his eyes as he stood up and grabbed your arms to help you up from the ground. After getting back up on your feet, you fix your uniform while Kyoutani flicks your forehead. “Wha-! What was that for?” you whine softly. “That’s for pulling me into your fall, idiot,” he chuckles softly before he wraps an arm around your waist, “You okay though? You didn’t hit your head too hard did you?” he asked. You smile softly at his concern, “I’m ok, Kyo~ Not the first time I would’ve fallen for you,” you giggle as you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. Kyoutani’s face turned bright red. “So… date after practice? You can come over and be my weighted blanket while I make you watch that show I was talking about and some takeout?” you suggest cutely. Kyoutani let out a soft sigh and nodded his head before looking off to the side. “I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” he mumbles out before looking into your eyes again, “it's a… it's a date,” Kyoutani says before kissing your temple softly as his hand around your waist goes to hold your hand. He tugs your hand lightly, “C’mon. Sooner we get this next class over with, the sooner we have our date,” he says in a surprisingly soft voice. You smile brightly as you squeeze his hand softly, “Can’t wait,” you say sweetly.

Lmk what you guys think!! Requests are still open for the event!!!

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jesswritesthat · 2 years

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Kyōtani Kentarō: All Bark No Bite

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.4k. fluff

• Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting.

Warnings: None

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"I can't go out with you."

Kyōtani was going to kill you for this.

Okay, he wasn't.

If anything, this was hurting him far more considering you'd known how much courage it'd taken for him to establish a friendship with you - let alone anything else.

Oikawa was painfully clear that 'Mad Dog-Chan' was a savage barbed wire wall, and that you shouldn't take any interaction for granted (especially when you received consideration rather than rough barks like Seijoh did).

So here he was standing outside your door, bomber jacket overlaying a crisp white t-shirt with a flash of disappointment quickly morphing back to his signature scowl.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

The two of you immediately locked surprised gazes, flicking down to the innocent tone of the child peering past your hip.

"Ah, this is Kyōtani, we were supposed to go out tonight Sakura..."

The small brunette hummed in understanding, prior to stepping past you and extending her little digits to pull his own from his pockets.

"I needed a babysitter last minute but I don't want to ruin your date. You should stay too Kyōtani-san!"

Instantly his widened eyes were seeking yours for approval, so you nodded with a smile - somewhat intrigued as to whether he'd agree considering his daunting nature and rebellious attitude. That wouldn't coincide with a delicate child, would it?

"Fine." It was forcibly choked out, Sakura having retrieved his calloused hand, tugged him toward the doorway and past your bewildered form. You thought he'd refuse...

It started with awkward introductions and explanations, Mad Dog sat stiffly, offering short and curt answers to satisfy the innocent curiosity of the 9 year old all whilst dodging any enlightenment regarding your relationship with him. How you knew each other from school and how you were friends with the volleyball club, and thus him included - except, you two were closer than the rest. It seemed informative enough judging by Sakuras' continuation to quiz him on an all manner of things.

Once acquainted you decided to prepare drinks, finding mild entertainment in the pleading look your friend sent you as you disappeared into the kitchen - the returning scene far more entertaining.

"Nice tiara Kentarō."

A darkened gaze settled on your figure, you'd expected embarrassment based on his sharp edge but instead Kyōtani sat up straighter, pink gems fracturing the light of the room, and nodded in proud approval.

"...thanks."

Sakura giggled from her spot in front him, allowing him to continue his task with his tongue peeking out from his lips due to concentration whilst you placed the tray on the table.

"What are you doing?" You'd only been gone mere minutes, but it was plenty of time for the enthusiastic child to drag him into whatever world she'd carefully crafted.

"I asked Kyōtani to plait my hair!" With that gleeful statement, you raised your brow at the now flustered Spiker who refused to meet your gaze. Flushing further when you perched next to him to overlook his work as he tied it off.

"It's a perfect french braid."

"Really?! I want to see!" Instantly she'd ran off to the nearest mirror, leaving yourself and Kyōken alone for a while.

"Where'd you learn that?" Your tone was softer, almost admiring of his skill and was one he'd heard whenever you'd ask him about Volleyball. He was inclined to answer then, a brief smirk of remembrance tainting his lips and once removing the tiara, he rested his forearms on his legs and fiddled with the headpiece.

"I tried it on my dog when I was younger, but my mother insisted I learn with her hair instead."

"I bet your dog had fun, and it came in useful since you've made Sakuras' day." There was an amused scoff from him, yourself turning to sarcastically comment but were silenced when you felt a weight atop your head. "What're you doing—"

"You look better with it anyway, you're more like royalty than me."

"Mm, you certainly treat me like it Kentarō. I hope I repay the favour to you too." Your intimate words had left him speechless, flushing so deeply you could see the scarlet tint dusting the tips of his ears.

"I— yeah, you— always."

It was beautifully still, a cartoon softly playing in the background as you stared a second longer at each other with small soft smiles gracing your faces, within the next his gaze flickered to your lips and back up with a soft pink dusting his features now. In honesty, you wanted to kiss him too, hence how you'd tilted your head as a hint, then he'd began to lean in—

"Kyōtani-san! (Y/n)-chan! Shall we play a game?" She'd happily yelled before she'd skipped into the room, yourself immediately falling into Kentarōs chest - more solid than you'd originally thought.

The blonde stifled a laugh, grasping your jaw with his digits to pull you back up to meet his admiring gaze.

"Dumbass."

Regardless, you’d set up her Nintendo Wii and began a heated marathon of games - yourself and Mad Dog growing competitive, playfully nudging and blocking each other’s view when vying for the victory. Sakura suffered the same from the two of you, infuriated screams and giggles escaping her when you’d covered her eyes. Though you pretended to ignore the instance Kyōtani let her win, feigning disappointment as she’d proclaimed her victory.

Then Sakura rushed off to the toilet, leaving you and the Spiker to play a 1 vs 1, competitiveness getting the best of you when you’d tickled his side - finding yourself now pinned with the catchy defeat tune filling the room.

“That’s cheating, there’s consequences for that y’know.”

“What are you gonna do about it Mad Dog-Chan?”

That elicited a growl from his throat, the delicacy of the thumb ghosting over your lower lip completely contrasting it.

“Ready to lose again?” Sakura burst in, perplexed by the scene before her. “You two take Street Fighter quite literally don’t you? Whatever I still won, how about this game next?”

With a huff he’d sat up, Sakura pushing remotes over to the both of you.

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"Thank you for tonight Kentarō, I'm sorry it's not what we expected." You’d gratefully admitted as you walked him out, coming to a standstill in the crisp night air.

"A date involves spending time with someone right? So this... was ideal."

"You think so?" The challenge posed in your tone forced him to cover his sentiment with his more aggressive attitude.

"Tch I stayed with you didn't I?"

"Yeah but is that because you liked my company or because you wanted the tiara?"

"Tiara obviously, I look good in it. Just ask Sakura." A nod of acknowledgment was sent to the young girl now joining your side - almost missing the sheepish confession of yours.

"You look good without it too..."

"I— I do?" Shaking himself from his initial flustering, he was quick to shove his hands in his pockets and look away with an irritated expression. "Uh whatever, dumbass."

His characteristic frown remained present as he’d return to look at you, then down to the smiling girl by your side.

Kyōtani breathed a heavy sigh having reconsidered, the blonde briskly clasping your hand to bring your knuckles to his lips. The kiss far more slow and gentle compared to his usual movements.

“Oh hell no. Sakura sorry but—“ Swift as a ninja you’d manoeuvred her inside, door closed before she could even turn around in protest - yourself situated in a position that prevented her from opening it despite the futile attempts.

“The f— mphf~” Kyōtani was curious, but instinctively surrendered when you’d pulled him toward you, palm flat against the wall beside you to steady himself. That’s when you kissed him, properly. Tentatively. As if asking if you had been misreading the signs all night. Judging by the cunning smirk against your skin and his willingness to continue though, you hadn’t.

“You’re not funny! Let me say goodbye to Kyōtani-san!” The incessant knocking behind your body stifled you, pulling away from Kentarō with a breathless laugh.

“Alright alright, I’ve already said mine.”

Releasing your hold on the door, Sakura stumbled out with a frustrated pout, eyeing the suspicious amount of space between the two of you and carried out her intention.

The two of you walking back inside after seeing the Spiker off, Sakura all too glad about goodness knows what.

“So he is your boyfriend.” She paused. “Knew it.”

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heich0e · 2 years

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the fire is low on the makeshift hearth, but there's not enough scrap left in the burning pile to justify adding more fuel to it yet.

you shiver as the breeze whistles through the abandoned warehouse, pulling your threadbare blanket a little tighter around your frame. behind you, kentarou stirs.

"go back to sleep, ken," you whisper, reaching back to find his hand with your own. it's rough and calloused and familiar underneath your touch. warm against your frigid fingertips. "it was just the wind."

kentarou shuffles closer on the pallet the two of you have fashioned into some sort of improvised cot for the night. just one. you never spend any longer in any one place, after all.

"wanna switch out?" he rasps, his voice hoarse and thick with the sleep he'd barely managed to get in the short time between his eyes closing and now.

"no," you reply, shaking your head. you look down and see him blinking up at you blearily, his cheek resting on the crook of his elbow as his arm is bent under his head to cushion it. "you need more rest. i'm alright keeping watch."

"i'm fine," he says, moving to sit up. you twist your body, pressing him back with both hands on his chest. his eyes are a little more awake as you peer down at him, his body pinned beneath you.

"sleep," you order, your fingers curling into the worn material of his coat. his hands reach up to rest over yours, warm where yours are not.

kentarou's eyes burn golden in the dim light of the fire. a flicker of tenderness in a world that's shown you none.

you're the only one who gets to see him like this.

kentarou's lips part. then close again. he settles back into the pallet.

you turn to face the fire.

"do you think if things were different that we would've still ended up together?"

kentarou's voice sounds almost unlike his own. uncertain. vulnerable in a way he never allows himself to be.

you think about it. about a different life. something you so rarely allow yourself. a life where you wake up in the same warm bed every morning; where you put on a clean, starched shirt and pencil skirt and uncomfortable, impractical heels and debate which coat you should wear; where you sit at a little desk each day with a potted plant you can't seem to keep alive, and your biggest issue is whatever email thread your colleague in accounting won't stop pestering you with.

you're not sure where kentarou fits into that life. not sure how kentarou would exist in a world where you don't need his protection, his strength and ferocity. not sure how to even imagine him in a world that didn't make him brutal.

not sure how you'd have him in a world where his presence isn't just a means to survive.

"yeah," you say, swallowing a little on the bitterness in the back of your throat. your eyes burn a little as you stare into the smouldering remains of the fire. "of course we would."

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haikyuu-dream · 2 years

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Back Home

Kyoutani comes back home after a long day, and his partner wants nothing more than spoil him like he deserves. Fluff ensured! -Admin Mar

AO3 link !!

A few months ago, he signed up for the try-outs of a volleyball team he loved, the Sendai Frogs, and since then he’d been working and training hard as he could. You knew he really wanted to enter the team, since high school he strived to be a professional player, and with all his efforts you knew he could do it. And it was just like that; a few weeks ago he arrived home with the wonderful notice, and you could remember it as if it was yesterday.

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You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard someone open the door and enter.

“Love, is that you?” you said while whipping your hands

You heard fast footsteps approaching the kitchen, and saw your boyfriend appear in the door. He ran to you, and encircled your body in a tight hug, taking your breath away from the surprise.

“L-love I can’t breathe properly” you said, and he immediately loosened up his embrace, never letting you go. After a few moments, he let you go, and shoved a bag in your arms. You looked at it questioningly, and looked inside, and the air left your lungs again, but this time for a different reason.

Inside of the bad, you could see what looked like a jersey with the number four on it, just as he used in middle school. You took it off the bag, and looked at it. “Kyoutani” could be read, above the number four. You looked at your boyfriend, and you felt your heart stop at his smile, it was bright and wide, a smile you loved to see on his face.

“Congratulations!” you shouted, and you couldn’t help but throw yourself into his arms, and started covering his face with little kisses and at the same time you told him all you wanted to say.

“I knew” smooch “you” smooch “could do it” smooch “You’re” smooch “the best”. And you finally gave him a big kiss on the lips.

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Since then, he had continued training a lot, and you noticed his tired state after practices, how the tension was slowly building up on him. So today, you would surprise him, making his favorite food, hamima chicken. You weren’t used to prepare it, despite that; you were trying your best, since you wanted to spoil him like he deserved.

Time passed by, and the food was ready. You were pretty content with how it had turned out, it seemed well, and oh god it smelled good. You started preparing the table, when you heard the front door open, and went to welcome your boyfriend.

“Kyoooooooooou!” you said, throwing yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Hello (Name)” he said, and you couldn’t help but notice how tired he sounded.

You looked at him and said grinning “I made hamima chicken”

“I noticed it smells really good in here” he said, and bent down to capture your lips in a kiss, which you happily returned.

You just stayed like that for a while, embracing each other’s presence, before going to the living room to eat.

As you both sat down on the table, you thanked for the food, and proceed to eat. As you saw the fork with the food you prepared nearing his mouth, you couldn’t help but stare and wait for him to taste it, since you hoped he would like it. He noticed you staring and asked “Why are you staring?” and as you blushed; you told him “I j-just wanted to know if you liked it”

Realization downed on him, and he ate the food. His expression remained neutral, maybe kind of impassive, but as your hopes were going down, he told you “It is fine, maybe next time we could do it a little less spicy”

You sighed, a little more tranquil now, and you proceed to eat too. But as the food touched your tongue, you felt what it seemed like a fire spreading through it. Immediately you started drinking water and started laughing, and you told him “Next time, you’ll definitely help me”.

The rest of the meal passed peacefully, in a comfortable silence. As you were about to clean the table, he stopped you, and started picking up the dishes himself “what a gentleman” you thought. And as he went to the kitchen, you went to the bathroom to prepare a bath for both of you, since you knew he wouldn’t turn it down after his long day.

When you couldn’t hear more sounds coming from the kitchen, you guess he had finished cleaning, so you called out for him. “Love, come to the bathroom” and after that, footsteps could be heard approaching.

You were in the bathtub already, making sure the water was warm, and making sure the bubbles didn’t get out of control. He entered, and saw you there “Oh, did you forget the towel?” he said.

“Nope, I was just waiting for you” you said, and when he cocked his head to the side, you asked him “Will you join me, Kentarou?”

He nodded, and started taking off his clothes. You opened your legs, wishing for him to sit in front of you, but he shook his head and positioned himself behind you. When he had sunk on the water, he pulled you close to his chest, his arms holding you in a tight embrace. “You’re spoiling me too much (Name)” he said.

“I’m not” you said, followed by a small laugh “I’m just giving you what you deserve, after all that hard work you’ve been doing” and even you couldn’t see his face, when he said “Thank you” you could visualize the small smile on his face.

You stayed in the water in silence, and after a while you decided to break it. “You know?” he hummed “I’m so proud of you” he tightened his hold on you “I’m happy to see that your efforts are paying off, to see you so happy” you sighed “I love to see you like this, doing the thing you enjoy the most” you were silent for a moment, and continued “I love you Kentarou, I love you so much, and I don’t want to see your happiness end”

You didn’t expect him to say something right now, but he surprised you with his voice “I… I don’t think I would have achieved this as fast as I did if you weren’t by my side (Name)… you’ve been an incredible support to me” you put your hands over his, waiting for him to continue “I love you too, more than I could ever say”.

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splitontendo · 22 days

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silly bf texts

ft seijoh boys <3 (oikawa t. iwaizumi h. matsukawa i. hanamaki t. and kyotani k.)

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satantica · 2 months

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the last part, guys!!

haikyu boys ask you to be their valentine - pt.5

characters: sawamura daichi, kentaro kyotani, hinata shoyo

cw: the reader and the characters are NOT in a relationship yet

#haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #sawamura daichi #haikyuu daichi #daichi texts #daichi sawamura #kyotani kentaro #kyoutani kentarou #kentaro kyotani x reader #kentaro kyotani #kentaro kyoutani #hinata shoyo #hinata haikyuu #haikyuu shoyo #shoyo hinata #haikyu hinata

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yvette-tal · 2 months

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Kyoutani is shaken awake by you in the middle of the night, grunting quietly as he blinked his eyes tiredly at you in the darkness of his room.

“K-Kentarou…” You whimper softly, clearly on the verge of crying if you weren’t already.

He pulls you closer, practically enough to suffocate you under his body weight, in attempt to comfort you. He had definitely panicked about you possibly crying—he could NOT see you at all lmao so he wasn’t totally sure that you were crying—but he knew he just wanted you to feel better, trying to ignore that this was the first time you’d called him by his first name.

“had a nightmare..” You say quietly from under him, your hands on his waist as you nestled your face in his neck, already greatly calmed by the hug and weight of your boyfriend.

“It’s alright..” Kyoutani whispered back, kissing the top of your head “I’m right here.”

#male reader #mlm and nblm only #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #kyoutani kentarou x male reader #Haikyuu fanfic #kyoutani kentarou x reader #Kyoutani my beloved #i love him so muuuuuch

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plooto · 5 months

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Imagine being kyotani's gf but also oikawa's sister? omg I love

gods y’dont know how excited i am !!! ooooo

-> i feel like it would be so subtle to everyone that you’re dating

-> it would probably be kyo who opt for a quiet relationship .

you felt a tap on your uniform skirt . you turned your head to look up at your new boyfriend.

“ don’ be so nervous. if it makes you feel better we can keep quiet about it. ” he sees the gears turning in your head ,

“ i don’ wanna hear his bickering neither. ” finding a way to say it’s not him, but he does it for you , placing his arm on your head and waits until you smile to remove it.

-> you go on little picnic dates when touru and iwaizumi “hang out”

-> haijime definitely know you two are dating and forces your older brother to come to his house to tutor him on something from last year oikawa doesn’t notice.

“ yn, i’m going to iwai’s house fro tutoring again, don’t stay up too late okay? ” you nod, waving to iwaizumi as he gives you a knowing grin.

minutes later, when iwai has texted you that you can go now, you call kyo who is already on his way with his motorcycle.

“ yeah? okay i’m around the corner, i’ve got your helmet so just wear something warm okay? ”

-> kyo is definitely a ‘ bad influence ’.

-> sneaking out at odd hours of the night just to speed walk down the block to hop on his motorcycle.

“ kyo, you’re going to get me caught, touru wakes up in thirty minutess! ” he pats your thigh as your arms circle around his torso tighter,

“ relax baby doll, i’ll get you home on time. ”

-> and this is also how touru find out.

-> he woke up in the middle of the night with a crazy headache and went into your room to make you get him some medicine from downstairs when he doesn’t see you in your room.

-> touru reluctantly goes downstairs to get his ow medicine waiting for you to return, sitting in your bean bag in the corner of your room.

-> all he hears is a motorcycle - the same loud engine he has been hearing for weeks - and muffled voices.

-> he attempts to interrogate you but he wasn’t able to see the guy on the bike, and you weren’t peeping.

“ who was he hm? is he a gang member? a felon?! ” touru gasped, dramatic tears flowing at the thought of someone so bad corrupting his little sister.

“ touru you’re being dramatic. ” you say and whisk him off to bed, texting your boyfriend a quick message to tell him what happened.

-> it wasn’t until oikawa was graduating that you finally told him, showing up hand in hand with kyotani at his graduation.

“ yn- what- ” you laughed at his stuttering,

“ touru, i’d like you to meet my boyfriend. ” you grin, iwaizumi coming behind him to give him a nice smack to the head. kyotani gives your brother a cocky smirk, outstretching his hand,

“ nice to meet you. ”

#kyotani x y/n #kyotani fluff #hq kyoutani #kyotani kentaro #kyotani imagine #kyotani x reader #kyotani kentaro x you #hq kyotani #. character // kentarou kyoutani #rae thinks 🍓 // headcannons #rae’s requests 🫶

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prettykitty3061 · 1 year

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Yo! I adored your himbo bokuto headcannons so if you have the time do you have any Kyoutani boyfriend headcannons?

i already have a bf headcanon in my drafts that will be posted soon so im just gonna have one head cannon!! sorry, but kyo hcs will be coming soon i pinky promise 💞💞

Kyotani has an oral fixation!!!!! whenever he's sitting down with you in his lap he always is attached to any part of your body. he just cant stand the feeling of you just being there with his mouth not on you. like excuse you???

you seriously cant get rid of him. it would genuinely be a fucking crime if you just decided that you weren’t gonna sit on his lap and let him suck onto your skin. he would either sit there and obnoxiously pout, or magically your hips werent connected to your body anymore due to the force and pace that he grabbed them and pulled them to his lap. in literal seconds, you were on his lap. and even if you tried to get off of him, or pull him off of you, there would be no possible way to move. kyotani always has an actual death grip on your waist if he’s focused on your body.

moral of the story : i also have an oral fixation

a/n : still working on all my requests, thank you guys so much for your patience. also my requests are still open, and i have a few posts coming soon (next 1-2 weeks). also most of march my posts will just be scheduled because i will be in finland!!! love u guys

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alwaysaslutforfic · 11 months

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Kyoutani Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Guess who’s back with some more headcanons 😏 Apparently I have a thing for mean, blond boys

Warnings: again nothing super explicit, mentions of costumes, oral, recording videos

Minors DNI! There is nothing for you under the cut! I MEAN IT!

Unbeta’d cos 🤷🏾

Despite his aesthetic, he’s actually pretty smart. (I mean he did transfer into an academy so) and is also a pretty gentle tutor. He knows what it’s like to be discouraged from doing something you enjoy so he would never make you feel bad for trying even though your answers are just so very wrong

Very high-key low-key scared of heights. You once got trapped on the 20th floor in an elevator with him and seriously considered knocking him out. If you go to a theme park, he will gladly Watch you ride the rollercoasters. (He loves the teacups though)

Actually has a really charming, boyish smile but it only ever comes out around you

Summer freckles. There aren’t a lot of them, but they are prominent. And a gorgeous tan. If it weren’t for the RBF you’d be more worried with how handsome he is in summertime

Loves to push your buttons but would also never want to disrespect you, so you have a lot of random consent talks; “Can I smack your ass?” “…Like right now?” “Just whenever.” “Sure?” “Cool, lemme know if you want me to stop.” — Proceeds to smack your ass literally every time you walk past him, no matter where you are. You nearly slapped him once when he happened to see you in public cos you thought it was a stranger

Says the sweetest shit with the most deadpan of expressions. Has zero shame or reservations about how much he loves you. He’s a straightforward person through and through. Just wanders into the room you’re in and hits you with “You know your my reason for breathing, right?” 😠

Posts gym thirst traps, but without the intent of them being thirst traps. He just likes to track and share his progress but dude is so buff that it just works out that way (he sends all his actual thirst traps to you directly)

Sweaty, sweaty boy but he doesn’t really smell. Probably sweats so much cos he’s always warm and for that reason winter is his favourite season. He doesn’t sweat as much and you’re always cuddling up to him for warmth

Loves anime. Will watch it for hours with you. And not just Shounen too, this man is an anime connoisseur and has the best recommendations no matter the genre. But beware, cos he waits for no one. If you miss an episode that’s on you

Oh shit and his grime selection! Elite!! He heard one song and he was hooked. Started calling Oikawa a wasteman and is endlessly amused by it

Outside of that though, he will listen to any and everything. Music is music and as such his Spotify is a trash heap. Like shit is jarring, and is predominately yelling. Boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word playlist

Be his jetpack 😭 he loves being the little spoon. He nuzzles when he’s sleepy

An early riser but not a morning person. And even worse, he hates the taste of coffee so he’ll just glare blearily for at least an hour whenever he wakes up

But he really enjoys herbal tea. Him showing you his collection is what prompted your biweekly selfcare nights. He doesn’t really know what’s happening, but he’s content to spend time with you and let you do whatever. (He also never knew skin could feel that fucking soft)

Oh and good luck waking him up. There’s a video in the OG Seijoh group chat of him sleeping through 4 different foghorn alarms. He was banned from naps after he slept through lunch and missed his next class and was 15 minutes late to practise cos he just wouldn’t wake up. Just dead to the world once his head hits a pillow

He likes when you wear trashy, slutty outfits. Naughty firewoman/man, naughty nurse, naughty cheerleader, naughty grinch. He likes it even more when you play it up. The naughty teacher fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had

He calls you puppy during sex when he’s feeling particulary dominant and you surprised him with a costume on his birthday compete with ears and a tail. He went three rounds that night and you lost count of how many times you came

He gets worked up being ignored by you, likes having to work for your attention. He could spend hours kissing up and down your neck as you read, ignoring the hard on he’s grinding into your ass. It’s only when he’s manhandling you that you break the ruse

Goes gooey eyed for some head. I’m talking knees shaking, toes curled. Man turns to straight mush. The first blowjob you gave him lasted mere minutes, but it was so hot listening to him whimper as he came in your mouth that you weren’t that upset

(Speaking of whimpers) Deep, growling moans, and pretty little whimpers when he cums. He just sounds so good during sex that you actually get a little excited when he has to go to away games cos that means hearing it directly in your ear through the phone

Loves taking videos of the two of you. He just loves having the view of you and him together on hand. And if he plays them in the background while you fuck once or twice, well your embarrassment only makes it hotter

Will eat you out after the gym. He actually gets upset if you shower first cos you washed off the ✨sparkle✨. He just loves the way you taste in general. He mouths wet kisses into your skin when you fuck just so he can taste you

I have one more of these in the works atm 😜 can you guess who it is?

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq x reader #tw.smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq #haikyuu kyoutani #hq fluff #haikyuu #hq kyoutani #kyoutani thirst #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani x y/n #kyoutani kentarou

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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kyoutani and tsukki are both on the same college team post-timeskip s-so smol chubby fangirl (y/n) getting bullied n’ fucked dumb by the two, tall blond meanies on her favorite team… ;(

#PLS READ: i don’t like kyoutani and i don’t like bullying so friends take this idea and run wild just tag me and say ya heard it here first.#once I saw they were on the same team it seemed so obvious but nobody had done it yet #kyoutani #kyoutani kentarou #minors dni #kyoutani x reader #kyotani smut #Tsukki #kei tsukishima x reader #sendai frogs #tsukishima kei #haikyuu x reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x reader #prompt

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seijorhi · 1 year

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Aftershock

Kyoutani Kentarou x female reader

w.c 3.1k

tw: implied non-con, violence, unhealthy relationships, yandere themes

There’s an odd sort of calm you reach, half propped up in the hospital bed.

Or maybe it’s not so much a calm as it is a numbness, because the overwhelming terror and panic have settled, and there’s an anger there, building slowly, simmering away beneath the surface – but you can’t touch it. Can’t feel it.

As though it’s separated by a thin pane of glass. Fragile, fractured, held back until that one tiny nudge shatters it entirely.

The dam will break eventually, that’s an inevitability – but for now it holds.

Barely.

The officer who took your statement left ten minutes ago, the nurses ducking in and out of your room– well, bay really. Little more than cheap, plastic curtains pulled around the bed for the smallest semblance of privacy.

You’ve got nothing left to give, and the drugs they’ve loaded you up on take care of any pain.

So yeah, numb fits.

When the doors to the ER ward are thrown open and a familiar, angry looking blond storms in, you can’t summon anything beyond a faint whisper of irritation, and even that fades before it can truly take hold of you.

Kyoutani ignores the nurse who approaches him, scanning the room until he spies you tucked away in your bed on the opposite side of the ward.

The moment your eyes connect, he stiffens. It’s a rare thing to catch him so unguarded, but in the space of mere seconds, eyes wide and jaw lax, you physically see the barrage of emotions that slam into him, rippling across his features like shockwaves. Rage and fury and pain, guilt, relief, one after the other.

… And none of it reaches you.

You wonder how it is you must look right now, bruised and battered, swallowed up under fluorescent lights, the harsh sterility of the hospital ward.

Snapping himself out of it, you say nothing as he stalks towards you, yanking a chair from a nearby bay and dragging it to your bedside to sit, hunched over as close to the bed – to you – as he physically can.

There’s no hiding the damage, so you don’t bother to try; fractured wrist, the swelling on your cheek from where you’d been slapped so hard your bones had sung with pain, the scrapes on your knees they’d plucked glass and gravel out of – bandaged now, not that it seems to make much of a difference.

There’s a thin cut on your throat from where the knife had bit in, and you suppose you should be thankful that your clothes – torn and bloodied as they were – have been taken away, either to be disposed of or as evidence, you neither know nor have the capacity right now to care.

And with every second that stretches in uncomfortable silence, with every mark, every bruise, all the blood they hadn’t cleaned off and the hollow, haunted look in your eyes – seething, murderous rage blisters and burns beneath his skin, seeping out of every pore in his body until the air’s thick enough to choke you with it.

He takes your face in rough, calloused hands – gentle, he always tries to be gentle – nostrils flaring, jaw tight. Yet he seems to be at war with himself, lips parting only to struggle to find words that won’t scare you – words that won’t shatter you right now.

But Kyoutani’s never been good with words at the best of times.

You reach up, hand enclosing around his wrist, prying it away from your face. His features soften then, a hint of real worry bleeding through the rage.

He lets you tug his hand away.

“They said,” you voice is hoarse. Stiff, almost robotic. “I was… I was a message.”

The muscle in Kyoutani’s jaw twitches, the hand you’d pulled away tightening into a white knuckled fist. Normally, you’d try to calm that building rage, soften his harsh edges and coax him back to you.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, that had become your sole responsibility, to act as the buffer between Kyoutani and everyone else. A temper to those baser, violent impulses.

Why? Why was it your responsibility to tame him, when you hadn’t asked for any of this. One of his friends – though friend was probably too strong a word – laughed the first time he’d seen it in action, your hand on Kyoutani’s arm, the other cupping his jaw, begging him to calm down.

‘And here I thought our Kyoken was the one holding your leash. How interesting.’

His eyes had gleamed when he said it.

It was like everyone else had just decided they preferred it that way; you made Kyoutani more palatable, and that made everything else easier, so why should it matter whether you wanted the job or not?

And what good did it ever do? At best, you’d stop him from launching himself across the bar at some guy who spent a second too long staring at your tits, at worst–

“Did you bring the clothes like they asked?”

Shoulders hunch, his gaze darting guiltily away for the briefest of moments, “… No.”

Of course not. Because the moment the nursing staff told him that you were here, that you were hurt, everything else would’ve been white noise.

You breathe in. Out. Smooth down the starched, scratchy sheets. “I can’t leave without clothes, Kentarou.”

“I know that!” he snaps, only for his cheeks to darken with a blush. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll– here, take this.”

He’s shrugging out of his leather jacket, pushing it into your lap and you feel that niggling irritation bite at you once more. There’s a voice in the back of your head that tells you that he’s stressed and upset, that he’s trying.

You don’t care.

The beeping of machines around you, a steady thrum of noise – nurses and doctors darting around, patients coughing, a baby wailing for its mother. Every sound grating on your already frayed nerves, and Kyoutani’s still trying to push his jacket on you – like you can just walk out of here wearing that and nothing else, like that’s supposed to fix any of this, and in an instant that fragile little bubble you’ve wrapped yourself in, tamping down the hysteria bubbling away underneath, splinters.

“I don’t need your stupid jacket, I need my fucking clothes!”

Kyoutani jerks a little, wide eyed. The people closest – patients and their visitors in the nearby beds, the doctor who treated you when you arrived and the nurses hovering around the admin station turn to stare, the sharpness of your voice rising above the routine clamour of the busy ER.

Most glance away quickly, but it makes no difference.

Your own cheeks burn in embarrassment, a thick lump settling in your throat as hot tears well and glisten unshed. You blink them back viciously, fighting to keep from letting those cracks shatter you entirely – again – right here in front of everybody, in front of him.

You won’t be some spectacle for them all to see.

“Please, I need my clothes so we can go. I just want to go home, okay?” you say, the words little more than a choked whisper. If anything, that only serves to heighten the panicked look in his eyes.

He nods, a short, sharp jerk of his head. “Yeah. Yeah that’s– I won’t– ‘m not leaving you, but– I’ll get ‘em.”

In the end, he calls one of his friends to do the job, a tall, dark haired man you vaguely recognise. He passes Kyoutani a duffle bag full of what you can only assume is an assortment of your own clothes, eyebrows knitting together in a distinct frown as he takes in your condition. Whatever thoughts he has, he keeps them to himself, and you find yourself grateful for that small mercy.

When he turns back to Kyoutani, though, something heavy – significant – passes wordlessly between them.

Kyoutani, talkative as ever, thanks him with a nod, “I owe you one.”

Iwaizumi – it is Iwaizumi, right? – simply nods in return. His eyes flicker back to you, another assessing once over, “Look after her, yeah? We’ll talk later.”

And then he’s gone too.

They let you go and get dressed. Kyoutani’s seen you naked more times than you care to count. Sick as a dog, drooling in your sleep and drunk before, and yet there’s something distinctly humiliating about having to rely on him to dress yourself because your legs are still too shaky to stand properly and trying to pull on the jeans Iwa brought you – much less button them – with a broken wrist is nearly impossible.

And even if it weren’t, you doubt he’d be willing to let you out of his sight right now.

It’s the quiet that fills the space between you, the way he goes about helping you – glancing up to check each time he touches you. Hesitant, because there’s no hiding how you flinch every time he moves too quickly, how quick you are to have his hands off you.

Kyoutani’s a lot of things; aggressive, hot tempered, volatile, stubborn. Quick to lash out and violent when he does so. He’s not stupid, though.

The Doctor speaks to you again before you leave, passes you packets of painkillers with instructions to take two every six hours and tells you to come back in six to seven weeks time to assess removing your cast.

He also hands you a card with the name and phone number of a psychologist neatly printed in black lettering. “She specialises in cases like yours. It might… help.”

No, Kyoutani isn’t stupid.

He says little on the drive back to your apartment, a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

Or at least, you’d thought he was driving you back to your apartment. Ten minutes in, and you realise the route he’s taking doesn’t lead home, but to his place. Home, you’d said. You wanted to go home.

Kyoutani’s apartment, for all the time you spend there, has never been home.

It’s not worth the effort of arguing with him right now, so you bite your tongue. With an arm anchored around your waist, pointedly ignoring your attempts to push him away and do it yourself, he guides you inside.

Locks the door behind him, setting you gently onto the couch.

A beat of silence passes.

Kyoutani hoarsely clears his throat, rounding on you. “Tell me what happened,” he demands. “Everything.”

Tell him so he can go and find every last one of them that dared lay a finger on you. Tell him so he knows exactly how long he should drag it out for. An eye for an eye, right?

You’d made your mind up hours ago, when you were shakily recounting your attack to the police officer who found you. Or maybe it was before that, even – lying half naked, shivering and bloody and sobbing amidst the filth of that alleyway, every tiny movement bringing a fresh wave of pain.

Maybe you’d made your mind up months ago, you were just too much of a coward to do anything about it.

You breathe in. Breathe out.

“I’m done, Kentarou.” Lifting your chin, you meet those burning, honey darkened eyes. “We’re done. I won’t do this anymore, I– I can’t.”

His silence is thunderous. You force yourself to keep going.

“Tonight… shouldn’t’ve happened. You– you’re not good for me, but I thought–” a harsh, slightly hysterical laugh bubbles up, surprising both of you. It sounds more like a sob. “I thought that if I left you’d get angry and you’d– you’d hurt me, kill me, even, but I’m gonna end up dead either way, right? It’s a lose lose situation.”

Kyoutani takes a step towards you then, and you flinch back into the couch, shaking your head. “No, no! Don’t, I just– I want to go home, Kyoutani. I wanna go home!”

You’re hyperventilating now, and this time he doesn’t stop in his pursuit to reach you. “You are home,” he mutters. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He pulls you onto his lap, half cradling you while you shudder, sobbing into his shoulder.

He’ll only ever hear what he wants to.

“You’re safe here, I’ll fix it, okay?”

Fix it, as though beating the men who attacked you to a violent, bloody death will somehow magically make things right between you.

And you can picture it clear as day; he’ll hold you til the tears subside, til exhaustion and grief wear you down and you don’t fight it when he carries you into the bedroom. He’d want to stay, to keep watch after coming so close to losing you entirely, but his anger, as always, would win out.

He’d wait until you were fast asleep, dead to the world, before locking you up like a princess in a tower to go and chase down those who’d hurt you. You wouldn’t tell him the details, not the names you’d overheard or the descriptions of your assailants. It wouldn’t matter. Either he knew exactly who’d done it and why, or he’d take that jagged, snarling rage of his and lash out at anyone he’d ever pissed off just in case they’d be stupid enough to try coming after the one thing – one person – Kyoutani Kentarou gave a fuck about.

Tomorrow you’d wake, and maybe with a clearer head you’d try to bring this up again. Or maybe you’d just go; call your sister or one of your friends the first opportunity you get – you haven’t spoken to any of them in months, would any of them actually pick up? – to come and take you away, someplace safe. You could change the locks on your place in the short term, look for a better apartment somewhere on the other side of the city, maybe.

Maybe.

The smell of cigarettes clings to him, the leather of his jacket, the same one he’d tried to push onto you back at the hospital, his aftershave, woodsy and spiced. Once, those familiar scents might have been a comfort to you. Now, they’re as suffocating as the rest of him.

The Mad Dog’s whore, they’d called you, spitting it at you while they kicked and kicked and kicked.

“It’s your fault.”

The words come quietly, barely more than a whisper, yet they ring through his apartment like the tolling of a bell.

Your fault, your fault, your fault.

With your face buried in his chest, you can’t see his expression change but oh, you feel the way his body tenses like a live wire. The rabid snarl he physically has to bite down on lest it rip through the room and expose him for the animal he is.

And there’s an unspoken warning in the way his grip tightens, unintentionally crushing you against him. He’s hurting you, your fractured wrist and bruised ribs crying out as Kyoutani fights to keep that hair trigger temper of his in check.

Yet the words wouldn’t sting if they weren’t true, and in that moment, you know you’ve struck your mark. It’s almost worth it, a bittersweet, biting victory amidst overwhelming defeat. And drunk on that vindictiveness, too far gone to back out now and desperate to inflict a fraction of the pain you’re feeling back onto him, you double down and twist the knife.

“You might as well have been the one holding me down, ‘Tarou. You did this to me, and I’ll never stop hating you for it.”

He does snarl then, ripping himself away from you like your very touch burns. His face is alight, fury radiating off of him, teeth bared, eyes near feral. This is the Mad Dog everyone else sees, the monster – rabid and dangerous – that he tries and fails to hide beneath clumsy tenderness and affection.

Physically shaking with fury, hands flexing in and out of fists, he stares you down, each breath leaving him in heaving, ragged pants. Kyoutani towers over you, broad and muscular, savage and utterly enraged.

And in the thick, palpable tension, in the seconds that stretch and warp, passing like molasses from one moment to the next, you wonder if he’s going to take a swing at you. Wrap his hands around your delicate throat and throttle you. Kill you, even. He certainly looks angry enough.

Instead, after what feels like an eternity, Kyoutani snorts like a bull, turning on his feet and storming out without another word, slamming the door shut with enough force that the whole apartment shakes and rattles.

You don’t move for a long time after that.

At first, you tell yourself that you’re waiting to see if he comes back. Kyoutani’s always been rash and hot headed, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d left in the heat of an argument only to return a short while later with flowers and some grunted out, pained sounding apology.

And then… well, you don’t quite know after that.

Sunlight begins to creep through the window, and you curl up on the couch. The painkillers they gave you still have a few good hours left in them, but your whole body feels weirdly heavy. Exhausted. After your vicious little outburst, you’ve run completely out of steam.

There’s nothing left for you to give.

The tears come again, silent and pained, streaming down your cheeks. Your whole heart aches.

You think you’re grieving; for what happened to you tonight, for the awful, inescapable mess that you’ve tangled yourself up in.

And you could go now, leave this apartment – and Kyoutani – behind. Maybe you’d make it. Maybe your sister would come. Maybe his friends are downstairs waiting in case you try anything. Or someone less friendly with a score to settle.

Maybe it wouldn’t even matter, because Kyoutani would rather set the world on fire and watch it burn than let you go, whether you leave this apartment or not.

Minutes tick by – or is it hours? – and eventually your breathing evens out and sleep comes and takes you.

You stir not to the sound of the door opening, but the scent of something sharp and coppery, of cigarettes and leather, and warm, familiar aftershave. Strong arms lift you up.

Kyoutani says nothing as he carries you to his bed, sets you down gently and crawls in to take the space behind you, shifting the blankets up so they cover you both. His lips press against your hair, a heavy arm sliding over your middle, pulling you snug against him.

“‘m sorry,” he mumbles gruffly, and you wonder what it is he thinks he’s apologising for.

Heavy eyelids fall shut.

You don’t fight sleep when it beckons once more.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kyoutani #yandere kyoutani x reader #yandere kyoutani kentarou #yandere kyoutani kentarou x reader #tw: noncon #well it's more implied than anything but #to be safe

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